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Cold crystals fall, Angelic white flakes Of the night's Deep-freeze; I regard the view, Reminiscing - The falling flakes Are the remains Of my shattered, Colorless heart.

In the front porch you'll find my shoes They should be just your size Try them on for a little walk Feel the fabric gripping your feet Prepare yourself for a bumpy road Notice the change in the sky It twists and turns Colors of red, blue and black at war Red for euphoria Blue for peace Black for agony They fight to be the crown on the queen's head To rule the weather of my land Stop walking for a minute and listen Listen beyond the voices of the night Notice your beating heart Lay your palm against your chest It twists and turns from a concrete to a raging volcano No words or images can pass through a concrete heart But take cover once

This is my last pitch on the battlefield to defeat me. Bringing down my typhoons by believing in you. Where we journey through untested waters, with the last glowing remains of me. Are we breathing to float? or are we breathing to become free? Liberation will exude us .. but it comes with trading with patience, trust and belief. You m e l t e d my heart into the last form of salvation. I will treasure these embers in my soul, to find you the phoenix I wish you to be. Maybe my words can't outshine your BRILLIANCE but I will cough and crawl to my last bit of existence, to shoulder the flower in you. I can carve your smile into my n i

The sunrises he is always there, with a cheerful smile brightening my dreadful days. Supporting me when I didn't want anyone to carry me. Being there when I felt no one was. Whispering sweet words, that calmed my soul and heart. Even through the downs you had my back. Keeping yourself together, when I fell apart. You picked up the pieces of my shattered personality. Shaping me to what I am today. Seeing the changes and the paths we have taken. In the time we have had and what we have accomplished. I feel proud to have you by myside. The nights we stayed home playing cards instead of going out, we had so much fun. Then the nights we fel

There is a place I used to go, when I was young, Before I'd fall apart. A Place where I would stick pins and needles Into my bleeding heart. In that place my heart could bleed, No one else would see my plunder. Away where I could be alone, To tear my aching heart Asunder. "You bleed all day, you bleed through night, You bleed for no good reason," I'd cry. "So I will stick through you a thousand needles Until you tell me why!" "One day, one needle more, but why?"I said With the pain of a thousand souls. That's when My heart that bled replied, "Because you poked me full of holes" "I bleed all day, I bleed through night, from The pricking of

I fell in love with mornings but had a love affair with midnight; It's easier to slip into the soporific grip of the nether regions of the night, to wrestle and grapple and entwine yourself with the moonlight on your bed, to succumb to the frivolity that only the screech owls and katydids see, to delude yourself into believing that you can stretch time with a rolling pin Than to rise with the shine of sunrise through the curtains and breathe in the sound of a million things waking in a cycle a million years old. There is a ritual to the daylight that resuscitates the spirit in ancient instinctual tradition. There is an unparalleled sense

I lean my head against the wall I built up as my fortress I hearken to the faintest call Of what I dread to taste With every breath I take I rote I infill my lungs with concrete What is the purpose of a smile If one can’t share their tears? I take an oath on these faint calls Of my beloved and hated I will bring down this wall With merely my bare hands It tucked me in like a sepulcher It lulled me into a comma But I prefer a nightmare To having no dreams at all And oh, the slightest flame of hope That subtly keeps me going I will embrace with fear and love For life and pain I long

The beat to this song shall remain unchanged, That is, until, my heart shatters, And the tune shall switch to black. Words expressed by my vocal chords, Amplified by the microphone, The passion explained by the motion of my body. Some people think that the lyrics I sing are just lyrics, They are just catchy things I use to make people dance, But they have meaning, emotion. Mere notes & lyrics to them, Crushing feelings & life stories to us. When my heart becomes fragments, It will make the notes of the techno become that of the violin; My soprano become alto. The beat to this song shall remain unchanged, That is, until, my heart mends, An